L'amour Est Un Mensonge

Another Day

This was it. This is all it will ever be, really. Hamari braced herself for pain as she watched in slow motion the preppy girls ram her into a locker.
"Whoops! I didn't see you there! Its like you were invisible!" Becca Worth and her giggling gang of idiots began to walk toward their classes, walking directly past teachers who pretended to see nothing.
"Whatever, princess, at least I don't smell like a French whore house... " She stopped dead in her tracks.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you correctly, because to me it sounded like you were trying to stick up for yourself. Now isn't that silly? " Becca made a pouty face and laughed. Hamari kept a stone face while saying, "Sorry, I honestly can't have a serious conversation with you when you look like Jay Leno's transvestite son."
At that moment of perfect timing, Becca's crush walked by, leaving the area laughing and saying, "Roasted!" She glared at Hamari as if willing her to burst into flames.
She only shrugged, "Sorry Starbucks." Two doors down to the left and to classroom. She memorized​ these halls by heart so she would never have to look her torturer in the eye. She just wanted to blend in and get school over with. One day she would be a writer, or an artist, and she'll be rich.
All of a sudden, papers were scattered all over the floor. "I-im sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going!" Hamari found herself tipping over her words gazing into the most beautiful eyes she's ever seen.
"Nah, it's my bad, I was looking at my schedule." He helped pick up her papers and binder. His deep voice was soft and soothing until the first bell rang, snapping her out of her trance and signalling five minutes til class started.
He awkwardly stuck out his hand. "I'm Damien. I'm new here."
"Hamari."
"A pleasure, Hamari. I look forward to seeing you around." With that, Damien walked into the door of hell, leaving Hamari awestruck and feeling butterflies.
"Oh god," she thought to herself. She looked the direction of Becca's main henchman flirting with the teacher. Hamari laughed too loud causing people to look her direction. She ducked into the classroom still smiling when she acknowledged that sitting in the desk next to hers was none other than Mister Beautiful himself, Damien